At a very young age, as young as 3 or 4, I would dream over and over again, that I was some young girl from India. Royalty perhaps, or a servant to royalty. I found it odd that I would dream about such a thing at an age, when I had yet to even understand or comprehend countries or cultures such as India. Nevertheless, with these dreams still vivid, and a feeling of deja vu every now and then. I found a picture that reminded me of "Her". The girl in my dreams....
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Rebirths and reincarnations are aplenty in Indian mythology, but I was really drawn in by the concept when I read about the River Lethe in Greek mythology where souls would go to wash the memories clean of their previous life. It's all so... fascinating.
This is indeed a marvellous poem, searching for answers we may never find. I felt "My story perhaps is a plagiarism of you" was a brilliant line!
Beautiful, and well illustrated.. It was unique, something I haven't heard before, obviously, it is interesting to hear that you had experienced these dreams at such a young age. Impressive, I look forward to reading more of your work.
Absolutely amazing way to voice such a topic! This is unique and exhilirating :) Thaty Deja vu feeling is so prominent with me also some days! Makes me wonder if I am in the place I am supposed to be in this "matrix"...I love this piece! xoxo
wonderfully amazing.. how nice it is to think of you, as everlast.. in a recurring role of seconds and souls forever in between, the wink of a star lash, or the hurricane of a silent whisper..
I have never dismissed the idea that we are reincarnated over and over... I get those feeling sometimes like I identify too well with a past historic period. A extremely wonderful write.
A superbly phased piece of an age old question about the lives we live, or have lived...do we continue to return until we are spiritually perfected.
It is unusual that you would perhaps be a young Hindu girl, as Hinduism states that a soul experiences rebirth on earth over and over until spiritual perfection is achieved, at which time it will reunite with the Source.
Or maybe it's just that all of us are fashioned from the recycled mind pieces of those who have gone before us, recycled put pieced together in new ways to fit the times. Your words bring to mind many possibilities, and remind me that nothing is new.